So a new blog called "Popcorn Pooping" just hit the Nacle, and it landed on the Moarch in box 4 and on LDSdefect in box 2. Wow, for being new and untested and untried and untrue it sure did land itself awfully high up the ladder. I guess all them Nacle big shots associated with it and selling ithas gotten it in good. Nothing like patronage to kickstart things.

They are planning 1-3 posts per week appearing on Tuesdays, but what if nobody submits anything? Call it a hunch, but I bet people are going to work through whatever they have laying around pretty quickly, and then the bloom is going to be off that apricot tree faster than you can cut down an orchard in Orem and put in a subdivision. I hope whoever registered that domain only did it for a year.

But, hey, the Nacle can always use more fibre in its diet, right? It should help keep things a little more regular, but it will also cause more...um...well...you know. And its not like there is any shortage of that on the Nacle.

Brian G, the chihuahua is retired you dingbat. But, let me tell you, I am so going to spend the next several days ignoring my family, friends, and all obligations entirely to write something to submit to PP so it can be "published" and promptly forgotten, lost in obscurity.

Please, my tiny blue-skinned tease, stop fooling yourself. You're going to ignore family, friends, and all obligations entirely to find a silly picture off the internet and write a bitter, cynical, diatribe mocking total strangers, which will then promptly disappear into obscurity.

But we all have our own paths in life.

By the way, I know what you and Brainy did behind the mushroom, and you ought to be ashamed of yourself.

Brian G, if anyone sounds bitter around here, its you, you clever little darling. You should write for the Simpsons, you are so funny, and did I mention clever? When are you going to post some of that brilliant wit to PP? I, and all of the rest of the Nacle to be sure, are just dying to see your transcendent literary brilliance interwoven with stunning witicisms burst forth like a fountain of refreshingly cool water in the parched desert of creative writing the Nacle is. Oh, how eagerly we anticipate every pearl of wisdom that will drop from your lips, like morning dew on the grass. Forsooth.

P.S., you are just jealous of Brainy, I saw all that filthy fanfic you posted on my Smurfette Homepage, you dirty little nutter.